Island Life by David Slack

28

Mother, We've Been Goosed

This is the farce that Dick built.





This is the mug
That paid for the farce that Dick built.





This is the builder,
That laughed at the mug
That paid for the farce that Dick built.





This is the expert,
That hustled the builder,
That laughed at the mug
That paid for the farce that Dick built.





This is the official,
That hired the expert,
That hustled the builder,
That laughed at the mug
That paid for the farce that Dick built.





This is the MP with trousers all warm,
That bossed the official,
That hired the expert,
That hustled the builder,
That laughed at the mug
That paid for the farce that Dick built.





This is the journalist all forlorn,
That called up the MP with trousers all warm,
That bossed the official,
That hired the expert,
That hustled the builder,
That laughed at the mug
That paid for the farce that Dick built.





This is the spin doctor tattered and torn,
That blandished the journalist all forlorn,
That called up the MP with trousers all warm,
That bossed the official,
That hired the expert,
That hustled the builder,
That laughed at the mug
That paid for the farce that Dick built.





This is the Chief of Staff hours before dawn,
That reamed out the spin doctor tattered and torn,
That blandished the journalist all forlorn,
That called up the MP with trousers all warm,
That bossed the official,
That hired the expert,
That hustled the builder,
That laughed at the mug
That paid for the farce that Dick built.





This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the Chief of Staff hours before dawn,
That reamed out the spin doctor tattered and torn,
That blandished the journalist all forlorn,
That called up the MP with

trousers all warm,
That bossed the official,
That hired the expert,
That hustled the builder,
That laughed at the mug
That paid for the farce that Dick built.





This is the chook farmer sowing her corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the Chief of Staff hours before dawn,
That reamed out the spin doctor tattered and torn,
That blandished the journalist all forlorn,
That called up the MP with trousers all warm,
That bossed the official,
That hired the expert,
That hustled the builder,
That laughed at the mug
That paid for the farce that Dick built.

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